Molly and Bill hunched over the large scale model of the party venue in Bill's secret lair. Molly tapped her index finger against her pursed lips, eyes narrowed as she studied the layout. "We need to sneak in with the caterers," she murmured. Bill nodded, his messy black hair bobbing. "Right, and how do we manage that?" "Leave it to me," Molly answered with a wink. "I've been practicing my flair with serving trays. I can juggle, you know." Bill raised an eyebrow, his blue eyes widening. "Since when?" "Since I watched those BarBQ server videos. Watching them for research, of course." He sighed. "Of course. So what's our entry point?" Back to business, Molly circled around the model "The loading bay. We wait till they bring in the fizzy drinks. Those'll be the last things, badda bing badda boom we slip in!" She crossed her arms, smug. Bill shook his head. "Too early. What about the pinata?" "Too risky!" Molly explained crossing her arms "Too messy," Bill countered grimly. "Think of the candy." She refused to admit she hadn't thought about that. Little screams as children rush towards the candy are not very discreet so Bill was right. Molly scratched her head, carefully considering the 2ft tall model. The single weak point in this structure glared at her. "...oh!" Her killers grin flashed. "Sun roof." Bill fainted.